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‘affairs of the casual human being, and it is at this state we have been in for too many centuries to count where we secure a frustrated impatience for a situation so out of our hands we become impetuous and brash to change things for the “better”… what is this ideal of better so unique to each of us in our time Here that we would get so completely distracted from the point onto other more tangential issues as they swirl only to get flushed out by the ignorance of Mankind’s approach to living best above all other inferior beings in the out there, especially as we get into a kind of apocalypse fever where culturally we crave an end to the static monster thus created…’
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‘the larger conscious swing of polarities constantly adapting that raw power of true knowledge to this animal world, but a savage emotional undertow curling spirits and souls of all forms into the works of fluctuating particulate realistic and within a material universe where multitudinous are neural varieties all channeling energy to and from multiple other parallel organic networks and levels of circuits within the use of the overall system… we are defined as human clone always searching for an oblivious projection of perfection to last the ages as some symbol of reality to be guided and carved by the chosen artisans behind the dark curtains of secret ritual, in the personal performance acting as the counter-balance to false modes of wisdom which twist and worm through the brains of men working the human electric devil…’
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‘from our collection of cells with our army and defense of the proof as we know it… whether you strum or blow your wad through a bell, the musica diabolica remains within everyone as fragment of the curious and rebellious interjection as an opposer residing from inside the mind, and it is these perverts of the real that have superseded the culture with their secret and most hushed rituals of self indulgence breaching taboos housed in the matter of the grey…’
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‘by previous gods we worshiped into a stillborn truth as dying proof of an end… the signs and symbols eat faith and vision as the bound beast born of flesh cycles through imperfection in many realms of conscious attention in constant motion, the warrior-hero within is always battling against the dying of the light whether the person becomes poet or fighter is no different than any other projection of this inner force representing that spark eternal that flares and flickers passionately inside us all…’
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‘this too is an illusion to face on the daily repetition of events… stooped over staring with a dead-eyed blankness to the face, the silence being the perfect time to provoke the secret feelings to overwhelm the sensual part of the soul stirring inside the chamber of the human heart as lust and love become one and the same thing, but there is already traditions of social consequence upheld by the general law as gravity of some morally responsible but ambiguous consciousness as weighty as the mythic gods over our heads built upon by various layers of human thought and need for authority…’
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‘religion is dead as the ultimate authority over our placid collective heads as locked away into those occult spaces where thought and feeling seem destined to collide like worlds praying for some collaboration of energy, conjoined by wishes and fishes swimming in the see with neanderthal faces eating the youth with abandon as we have always tried devouring each other in some circle jerk aesthetic that feeds our wasted bits and bytes of data back to us…’
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‘so we keep a biased legend like Judas selling out Jesus as a lesson to reinforce certain moral behaviors even if the opposite were somehow proven true, and it is Here that we tie the noose around the righteous instead of understanding the message they might relate to us becoming so quick to judge when we do not know, and it is then that a moral fable becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy with humanity selling itself out to be enslaved by real impiety…’
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‘i am unclean down to the worse sense and it starts with ignorance on my part, and a lust which became my worst enemy as much my inner demon bared and revealed before my mind’s eye as worthwhile nemesis to have when the rest of civilization is still in a state of transition to some extent where there are still many casualties to that brutal and heinous abuse of trust which contorts the positive thoughts and vibration that friends would naturally share, enemies on the other hand bathe in mutual disgust for the other so much…’
out of Context;
‘beyond room for breathing or thinking as the vacuum taps into our collective soul transmitting a signal that breaks beyond those simple distractions that anchor us to trivial sacrifice and useless artificial idols drawn from the myths of age it is vital to coagulate these entities together into the cohesive ride which is the inspired individual, and when sacred wisdom can align itself with the modern age looking for inspiration universal as legendary cure to the infected dysfunction that has crept into our hearts and minds of dynamic yet cynical source…’
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‘in the life of artforms, or what may be called a variation in technique and mediums as the movements inspire waves of ideas to materialize as representation of the particular symbolism taking root in the reality from the seeds of imagination into alternate conclusions between those visceral realities which manifest the procreative animals who fornicate and conceive a new organic portal, then from there the cloning occurs in such a way as to recombine the multitude of traits that differ among primary parental models who themselves are as imperfect clones of the system as well…’